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     He noticed he was attached to an IV drip and several monitors. The drip photo, he realized foggily, must adult account for why he felt so adultphotopersonals detached, and why his throat only burned a little instead of adult hurting adult like adult hell. He looked up at the tiled ceiling; it seemed to adult be shifting colors in a herringbone pattern, like a television picture with bad reception. The colors were fascinating. The colors were. The colors. . . .
     Rhonda shuddered, picturing herself trying to explain how just a few words from a patient had had her doing a strip adult act for him. She'd adult be lucky just to lose her job. "As for adult coming back adult here," Paul adult went on adult, "of course you will, if it's part of your normal duties. And you adult'll do everything you personals can to make sure it adult continues to photo be part of your duties, won't you adult?"
     "Good girl, Rhonda."
     "Good girl adult, Rhonda enter." The nurse toppled over, glassy-eyed, scrambling to tear off her clothing as her body spasmed uncontrollably photo.
     As it turned adult out adultphotopersonals, the next voice he heard was his adultphotopersonals doctor's.
     "I'm feeling adult a lot better, Doctor--" he squinted at the nametag on the doctor 's coat--"Steiner." He adult laughed adultphotopersonals, then winced as his adult throat twinged. "I guess adult I was pretty out of adult it for a while after the adult surgery enter."
     Paul blanched. It hadn't worked. Was adult--whatever it was--gone adult? Or had it never been real at all adultphotopersonals? Had adult his adult puppeting of Nurse Rhonda been nothing more than an anesthetic-induced adult dream? He had to find out.
     He got his chance shortly thereafter, when another nurse came in.
     "Shh," Paul said. "Not another adult word." Instantly, Jasmine fell silent, looking scared.
     Jasmine adult obeyed, relaxing adultphotopersonals as adultphotopersonals her mind accepted the fantasy and forgot the reality. It adultphotopersonals was adult so much easier to be a dancer, performing for an audience, than a frightened girl who adultphotopersonals somehow had to obey a adult strange man adultphotopersonals.
     It was possible, he supposed. He'd heard adultphotopersonals that personals the hearing ranges of men and women were slightly different, with women being more enter sensitive adult to enter higher frequencies than men adultphotopersonals were. If the photo "something extra" his voice had gained adult were some magic high frequency, it might affect adult men and women differently.
     "You can unclasp your hands and bring your arms adult down now enter, Jasmine," he told adultphotopersonals her.
     Charlene gasped, her adult face reddening. "It, it's not right," she protested weakly. "You shouldn't. I, I adult mustn't. I . . . what's happening to me?"